Wen Zhi thought she was dreaming and conducted herself with the unrestrained boldness and initiative of her dreamlike instincts.
The warmth and softness on her lips made her extremely captivated, longing to draw more, so she tightened her embrace around his neck and whispered into his ear, "Shang Hexing, I like you..."
His thin lips curled into a smile, his breath steady, "How much do you like me?"
Her passionate response, "I want to have your children."
His laughter was very joyful, and then he lowered his head to nudge her nose with his, asking, "Why are you so eager to have children?"
Twice now.
She had mentioned it twice.
Wen Zhi pursed her lips, looking as if she were seriously considering something when she was silent.
After pondering, she suddenly raised her chin and lightly kissed the corner of his lips.
